#AmericanWriters
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead